Stay with Me

Hannah

        After office hours, I waited at the guard house, where he always picked me up.

        My phone rang.

        Love Lance calling...

        "Hello, Lance?" I answered.

        "Hannah, I'm sorry, I can't pick you up tonight." he said in a clearly, made-up, worried tone. "We have an emergency meeting that might end up late, so just go home first."

         "It's alright." I made my tone sound like it was 'alright'. "I can take care of myself. I'm not a child anymore." I smiled, even though he wouldn't see it.

        Silence. He cleared his throat. "Right, then. Take care, okay?" was all he said. There was sincerity because he did care. Cared for a friend. But she was not just an ordinary friend.

        "Okay. You too."

        "Goodbye." he said... without even saying "I love you."

        "Goodbye." I just said and it sounded as if it was the end of something.qq

        I then left the guardhouse. But a few minutes of walk, a car beeped from behind. I turned and saw the driver inside was Marcus. I smiled at him since I thought he just wanted to say "Hi!". But he pulled over to the side and said "Hop in. We're in the same way, right?".

        I nodded. "But don't bother. I can walk by myself." I gave him an assuring smile.

        "Oh! Come on!" he pouted, jokingly. "I know you're up with something. You're face looks glum."

        "It's nothing."

        "You really want to keep that away from your bestfriend?" he said, as if touching my conscience.

      Yes. He was my bestfriend. But he became my second bestfriend when Lance came. "Fine." I said and entered his car.

        "Spit it out, Baby Doll." he said, arms folded.

        I cried. He sighed. Heavily.